The one with the bib...

This evening at dinner, I took a the periodic break from feasting to scoop a bunch of food out of Aubrey's bib and back on her tray. I sat back down in my chair, and took a look back over at my daughter. And as she sat leaning back, staring at me, she deliberately and slowly picked up a clump of food and placed it on her bib. My eyes narrowed at her, and after only a few seconds pause, she flicked it down into her bib pocket. Then she gives me this devious grin. Oh, this girl is going to be trouble.